Revenge //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter Six

There was almost silence in the flat. The only noise was the clock ticking away the seconds on the wall. John examined Sherlock curiously.

Sherlock was watching the door calmly. His chest was rising and falling at a slightly faster pace than normal. John wasn't as experienced as Sherlock at deducing but he was fairly sure Sherlock was at least a little bit nervous.

John moved his eyes to the clock on the wall. 8:30 pm.

"Sherlock, are you sure they'll come tonight? It's a bit late for visitors." John said.

"They'll come." Sherlock said simply.

So they waited. And then at 8:45 John heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. His heart twisted in his chest excitedly.
There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Sherlock called.

The door opened. In the doorway stood a woman.
John felt surprised and then immediately angry at himself for being so sexist. Why had he assumed it would be a man?

The woman looked about 28. She was an average height and had straight brown tied back hair. She had gorgeous big brown eyes and an intelligent quirky smile.

"Sherlock Holmes, I assume?" She said looking at Sherlock. Her voice was soft. John could hardly believe she was working for Sebastian Moran.

"Yup. Who are you?" Sherlock said, his face expressionless.

Her smile widened. It wasn't the friendliest smile, though. "You can just call me Nina."

She sat down on the couch, and crossed one leg over the other.

"So you two must be Mary and John Watson. The happy couple. So lovely, isn't that right, Mr. Holmes?" She looked at Sherlock, cruel laughter behind her eyes.

John was liking her less and less.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked her bluntly.

Nina shrugged. "Me? Well a cup of tea would be nice. Unless you've got something stronger."

Sherlock regarded her calmly. Then John saw his eyes glitter, ever so slightly.

"John go make some tea, would you?" He said.

John stared at him. "Er- what?"

"Go on, just do it. Please."

Shaking his head, John stood and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"So, miss..." Sherlock said.

"Moon. Nina Moon, that's my name." Said Nina

"Miss Moon, apart from the tea, what do you and...your boss want with me?" Sherlock asked.

Nina stood and walked over to the bookshelf, and started looking aimlessly through the dusty books on the shelf.

"Sebastion, you mean?" She said, her tone casual.

Sherlock frowned. "Sebastion? Who-"

"Don't pretend like you didn't know." She said, putting the book down.
"When I walked through your door, you didn't assume for one second that I was the one sending notes, or threatening you. Which means you already knew who my boss is."

Sherlock looked ready to scream. John knew he was beating himself up for not pretending to think Nina was the one sending the notes.

"Fine." He croaked. "What do you and Sebastion Moran want?"

"Me? I don't want anything. Sebastian however, wants you dead. So watch out, Mr. Holmes."

And she left.

Sherlock breathed heavily. John saw him swallow.

"Guess she didn't want her tea then." John mused.

Sherlock smiled weakly. "Mm. Guess not."